How about telling the prodnoses where to get off?
Several ‘killjoy’ councils are forbidding unauthorised picnics to celebrate the Coronation of King Charles III.
North Somerset Council has banned locals from hosting picnics in the park with their neighbours unless they apply for permission, complete a nine-page form and complete a risk assessment, The Daily Star reported.
Similarly, Wiltshire, Ealing in London and Warwick District have forbidden barbeques over the upcoming bank holiday weekend.
The Local Government Association said councils just want residents to be able to ‘enjoy parties safely’.
Yup, tell ’em to fuck off and do one. Then go out and have the party anyway. These councils are not elected to rule us, they are elected to keep the streets clean and lit, the bins emptied and the potholes repaired. They are not there to police our parties. So, fuck off and do one.
In many areas, the rules include the need for every resident on every street holding an event to sign a form, stating whether or not they approve of the planned party.
Officials are also scaring residents off from holding celebrations by demanding public liability insurance – which the Government says is not necessary – as well as making them pay for workmen to erect ‘Road Closed’ signs.
Jumped up, overblown, pompous little town clerks with an attitude problem. There is no need for any of this to hold a party, so I repeat, tell ’em to fuck off and mean it.
Closing a street without seeking “general” approval I can go along with, but needing a permit for a picnic in a public park???
“They are not there to police our parties”
But calling the police is exactly what these “Public Servants” will do if any of their salary payers dares to disobey. And we only have to look back over the last 3 years to know how they will respond…
Does eating a sandwich and drinking tea from a thermos while sitting on a park bench constitute a picnic?
If it’s a council-approved vegan sandwich you should be ok.
I vaguely recollect that it is a picnic if it contains a scotch egg. Something like that anyhow.
It’s unclear from this story, but these pathetic councils that have banned barbecues surely can’t mean banning them from people’s back gardens? If that is indeed the case then these busybodies can go and fuck themselves. And when they’ve done that, they can go and fuck themselves some more. What right do they have to ban barbecues on people’s private property? Cunts.
I trust these ‘risk assessment demanding’ councils will demand the same when the Peacefuls block streets and roads for their prayer meetings this summer?
I don’t think that this particular coronation is something to be celebrated personally. But I’m with you on the rest. I read a book once about something called guerrilla gardening. One recurring theme was that of offering to get a bunch of volunteers together to transform some eyesore piece of publicly owned wasteland into a community garden. Go through the official channels, seek permission from the council etc. and they put up so many obstacles that it never gets done. So people started just quietly getting on with it without informing or involving the authorities. Sometimes the council would eventually find out but by that time all they could do was bluster about it.
Sadly they could do a lot more than that: in 2010, a Banbury woman who was ordered to stop her ‘unauthorised’ clearing and replanting of a bramble-ridden waste area and told that there would be regular inspections to be sure she had complied:
https://newgatenews.blogspot.com/2010/10/room-for-improvement.html
(My post, as the source was a print news article)
while the previous year saw this from Cornwall:
‘A retired florist has been threatened with criminal prosecution by a council after planting a flower garden on a neglected patch of land in a car park.’ (Telegraph)
The solution is to operate under the radar, so they don’t know who has done it.
It’s not just officialdom you’d have to avoid; perhaps the saddest thing about this is that each of those unfortunate women was reported to the council by a neighbour.
That story has been washing around in my head since I read it. Just what is wrong with some people? They don’t want the world to be even just a little bit better place and would rather see a weed and litter strewn patch of wasteland than a flower garden. The council wonks I can sort of understand as it highlights their incompetence and inability to get the problem sorted in a timely manner. But a neighbour complained? What on earth is her problem?
Have a barbeque. block the roads.
If the police show up, have an Extinction Rebellion sign handy and say your doing it to raise awareness of the plight of the lesser spotted polar bear.
Plod will offer to make you a cuppa then.
Don’t they realise its being held on a Saturday, followed by a Bank Holiday, you won’t find a council worker any where in sight!!
I’m going to watch it at my Dad’s, better not get the French fancies out or it might be a picnic.
I presume that in a similar scientific way to the Covid rules, they will declare the presence of a Scotch Egg, as conclusive proof of it being a picnic. Gatherings without a Scotch Egg do not count as a picnic, and so therefore fall outside of the rules.